“Yes, they’re meant to be behind your head. Who is in charge?”
“Not me?”
“Not you,” he said. “But who?”
“Hey, that rhymes!”
“Maya, now is not the time to be cute.”
She pouted. “I thought it was always the time to be cute.”
“Maya.”
All right, he didn’t sound happy right now.
“You are! You are!”
“That’s right and when I give an order, I expect obedience. Especially in the bedroom.” He drew right back and then rolled her onto her stomach, delivering several hard smacks to her already tender bottom.
“Ouch,” she cried as he rolled her back. “That was mean.”
“Hands behind your head,” he ordered.
She did it immediately. Boy, her body really liked obeying him.
Her brain, not so much.
“That’s it. Good girl. Now, you’re going to keep them there for me unless I tell you to move them, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Matthieu,” he said.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes, Matthieu.”
“Good fucking girl.”
And then he lowered himself, sliding himself inside her.
Maya swore she could see stars. It felt so damn good she could cry.
She bit her lip against doing just that, but he reached up with one hand and slid it free.
“None of that, Spitfire. No hurting yourself. And I want to hear how much you like having me inside you.”
“I do. I love it so much. You feel so perfect.”
“So . . . do . . . you,” he gritted out before sliding free of her.
“Noo, don’t stop.”
“Not stopping. You can move your hands. Roll over so you’re on your knees with your chest pressed to the bed. Hands behind your back.”
Maya moved into position and then he slid into her from behind.
Holy moly.
This angle made him feel even bigger and he hadn’t exactly felt small before. He grasped hold of her wrists, holding them there as he fucked her, slow and steady.